Missing someone dear is one of the most profound emotions we experience. Whether it's a cherished friend, a beloved family member, or a partner, the absence of their presence leaves an undeniable void in our hearts. The poems on this page capture the essence of longing and the deep ache that comes with missing someone special. They offer comfort in knowing that these feelings are universal and remind us that we are not alone in our grief.
Our collection of "I Miss You" poems encompasses a range of sentiments, from the bittersweet memories of loved ones to the tender expressions of yearning for someone who is no longer with us. Each poem is crafted to provide solace and to honor the unique bond that remains even when a person is gone. Whether you are looking for words to express your own feelings or to share with someone else who is grieving, these poems offer a touching tribute to the enduring power of love and memory.
I miss you so, sometimes –
When weighty problems vex and frets my mind.
And hands grow tired of reaching for the things they never get,
And my dry eyes are hot with unshed tears. I miss you so!
I miss you so , sometimes – When at the ending of the day,
As twilight falls, I seem to cathc the scent of roses from an old dead May,
And seem to hold again your hand – I miss you so!
I miss you so, sometimes – When I awaken from some fitful dream,
Wherein you come as in the long ago,
Just mind alone, and when I seem to feel your lips again-and then-I miss you so!
I miss you so, sometimes - And all of life seems want and pain,
While in the turmoil and the strife I try to pray for your dear arms again to hold me as no others can – I miss you so!
I miss you so, sometimes-That nothing else seems worth the while;
I long so for your dear, dear clinging lips,
Your gentle eyes and the bewitching smile they used to hold before I came to miss and want you so!
I miss you like the roses miss the dew,
Like the child misses its mother’s breast,
its kisses and its love.
Like the field the sunshine – its warmth, its caress.
I miss you like the field
and forest would miss the birds,
And beasts which penetrate its solitude,
and give the one link of like to its vast quietness.
I miss you like the mother bird who in quest of food,
finds on its return its young stolen, and who,
like some great grief wanders
this vast world from tree to tree, to find relief in its seeking.
I miss you like the wild fields would
miss the hand of man,
that gives it birth to the noble powers that lay within its bosom,
and swell every impulse of God’s creative power.
I miss you like I would miss the song of this world,
its sweet music vibrating every cord of our soul;
thrilling our centers of life
and laying our hearts open to its destiny.
I miss you like the world would miss its post-its
glorious past-its memories that lie buried deep in the hearts of men,
and all the wonderful achievements that crowned the heads
that lie buried long-oh, so long ago.
Like the saint I miss you,
who traveled hand in hand
with the world above,
and awakened to the reality of earthly beings.
Or like the wanderer far from home,
misses his homestead
and the kiss of his mother there.
Or the lonely child who yearns for a sister hand.
Or as faith yearns
for a Christian land.
The brook for its creative life,
or the fields the warmth of life.
I miss you like the vast ocean
would miss its deep-its power,
its mighty strength,
that holds the world at its fingers’ length.
I miss you like the earth would miss the sun,
the moon, the stars, the blue depth of the heaven,
and the mind of its imaginative power
to dream of the worlds beyond.
Then I miss you the best would miss the field,
whose heart cries for hunger,
or like the meadows for rain,
or mountains for sunlight.
I miss you like old age misses youth,
who listens with yearning to every voice of the young.
I miss you like the raging river misses its quiet,
and yearns for the rest therein.
I miss you like the prison bird misses its freedom,
whose cry for the wooded hills throbs its every thrill.
I miss you like the blind miss the sunshine,
the hope of the past. Oh!
I miss you, miss you like a human its heart,
its beating, its joy, its sensations.
I miss you in every nook, in every path,
in every shadow that has held you there.
I miss your smile, your glance,
the reflection of your heart whos beating gave warmth to my soul.
I miss the touch of your hand,
whose thrills vibrated every atom of my being.
I miss you like a fish its water,
which being taken therefrom,
breathes for it in silent despair. Oh!
I miss you, miss you now, I miss you evermore.